A Weekend In Anaheim

A weekend in Anaheim, a change of scene, was the most I'd bargained for. It is a city built around Walt Disney's dream and baseball and hockey teams. If they do not suit you there are always hotels to gawk at and restaurants to attend where some very large people indeed are doing what they do best. "There's no there there," Gertrude Stein said about Oakland, California but she never saw modern-day Anaheim. Talk about your soul-less cities! It is a conglomeration of junk buildings and signs with no discernible center unless you want to count an area called "Downtown Disney," which is part of you know what.

California is a very great and beautiful state, today--January 11th, while many states freeze in their snow--it was 75 degrees and sunny in SoCal. The humidity is so low that, with strong winds, it is a fire danger.
Yet it is a place that proves that stunning geography and a climate that people in other states can only imagine are no insurance that its residents
will conduct themselves in appropriately beautiful and temperate ways.
What is it in Southern California that causes some people to create such ugliness and desolation?

Maybe the beauty frightens them, makes them feel small, and they can only respond by despoiling it.